someday i'll write to you and i'll have a few more scars. i'll have different roads and routes and roundabouts mapped out in my brain. i'll sing songs i've written about things i can only imagine. i'll have had a whole lot of happiness, and hopefully, only a little more sadness. that's always been the plan, that's always been why i write. to paint a path away from pain.
summer is coming. it leaves freckles on my arms and invites vitamin d into my blood stream. it always makes me want to wear amber and smell like jasmine and lighten my curls, play 'santa monica dream', drinking beer and getting high in the garden. makes me wanna lay down in abandoned drained pools from the old houses up in the countryside.
i've been reading and thinking about orange groves and olive trees. i'm going to leave my job soon.
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